For five days over last weekend I was with my brother at his new home in Suffolk. Pluck the pheasant strolled in the garden; cock Au Vin raised his voice a couple of times each day (but not early in the morning!); and I heard Stu the muntjack calling at dusk. People came by to say welcome and to invite their new neighbours to various village activities and in between we worked very hard on preparing the lovely old Georgian building for its new contents.
The whole thing was hard work but a five-day tonic too, and it was exciting to join in the conversations about how the building might be restored more to its original character in due course. Lots of creative work still to be done. But I've heard this week that the old new house already feels entirely like home.
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